I’m in hospital tomorrow so I did my homework a little earlier this time (for someone that doesn’t usually write in any proses, short form or poems….I seem to be using all three recently – And rather badly, I might add).
This poem/thingy is what it is and is nothing more.
Endless Waltz
For meaningful love to withstand- the fantasy must dissolve
Leaving you standing in a scarcely advertised desolation
Seeing and speaking to another as nothing but yourself
Without the glittering glare of skewed expectations
With a small human sneeze that says “It is Ok – to just be Real”
Reality should triumph with love growing strong
But the dance is often more important than the song
And someone has to clean up those scattered Rose petals
Before they curl away from life; rotting into brown dust
And taint the fresh fabric beneath with scattered intentions
Bricks used to build you up; Are the same ones you end up buried under
An open mind abruptly locks down; behind darkened eyes
The exhaustion of Love – becomes the precursor to its very demise
And the endless waltz across fairy tale pages – Stops.